Indeed 2010 was beautiful in its own way.
It all started by the roadside, where she stood.Watching how the rays of the sun pierced through the puff of clouds, so forcefully,and yet so natural at the same time. The day couldn’t look more promising. Her suitcase sat heavy with new expectation, and new resolution on the ground by her feet, waiting with her to embark on a new journey.
Then came a roaring sound of engine of a bus. The destination reads : 2010. She has never seen so many people inside one bus. It was wrecked, with iron steels bare exposing the rust and seats close to the one in front. But it was filled with people from different places, backgrounds, culture, but all looking forward to their destination.
Little did they know that 2010 was no destination because 2010 begun in that bus. Friends were made, old friends got closer, some got further. Lessons were learnt, some are easy but most were hard, just like medicine, the bitterness settles for good. She learnt to let go of something she has been holding on for something new. Just like how a climber would let go of one rock to get to another above. Letting go was never easy, but it was a move that brought her to greater heights. It was in that bus that tears and pain was shared. And it was through the pain and tears that best friends and strangers turned into family. It was in that very bus that so much joy and laughter was shared.
While there were a few who waited for her to stumble and fall, there were also the ones who waited to embrace her when she fell, to help her up on her feet. She thank God for these ones the most.
It has been a long journey.From a distant she see a stop. The bus slows as it reaches to a halt. Getting down the steps, she reflects on the many beautiful memories made in the bus of 2010. She remembers the lessons, she remembered how she found her Maker again.
And soon enough, as the bus of 2010 left us, another roaring sound of an engine came approaching. This time, this bus reads : 2011. The bus ride up 2010 was good, but it was where the ordinary was. The roads were safer, the struggles were the same as any ordinary man. So this time, she decides to hitch hike up 2011.
Where the road might take her she don’t know. Her baggage is no longer with her. She doesn’t have the sun to shine for her, the moon to light her darkness, nor the wind to blow away her coming tears. Instead she has the Maker of all this.
Let the adventure begin!
Blessed 2011.
